Perfect StrangersWe met in the bathroom or so I thought.Perfect Strangers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moment I saw him in the girls' bathroom, I could tell he had guilt imprinted in every pore of his beautifully textured face.
However, he had not expected me to walk past him without asking why he was there. Instead, I went along doing what I first went to the bathroom to do.
After giving my bladder a break coming out of the stall, he was gone.
I strolled comfortably to the sink. I was about to open the faucet when a faint chemical smell shot up my nostrils.
When I woke up, I was wearing nothing but my baby blue bra and matching panties. My appendages were tied together; hands around my back, legs pulled straight I was unable to feel anything but pain from the rough ropes that kept me stiff. I fainted again.
- - - - -
"Wake up, please, wake up already! There's no time!"
My ears stung as something pulled gently on my hair. I felt like barfing so I opened my eyes.
A familiar face leaned into my sight. Slowly, I lifted my head for a
Cold HandsHe was holding my hand.Cold Hands4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could still remember the first time he had done so. That time, I could tell by his trembling fingers that he was nervous. I could tell by his cold, clammy hands -- that he was afraid, and perhaps cautious.
But not anymore.
I could not tell anymore.
As he was holding on to my hand, this minute, this second, I could no longer sense what he was feeling. His hands no longer shook, and was no longer wrapped in a welcoming layer of warm sweat. Or rather, this was not even holding hands at all, unless placing his palm against mine counts.
"Okay, what?" I gave in with a teary voice.
He and I both knew for some reason, that he wanted me to remember this moment as he slipped his fingers between mine, and squeezed my palm. The faint squeeze he gave felt like a heavy stab to my chest. He embraced me, and held me there, fingers still entwined.
It was dark and misty out in the neighborhood as it was night. The streets were quiet and lonesome -- not even the sound of leaves
Teach Me How To Love"It's Christmas today. Can I hear your answer?" I read on Google Talk the moment I opened my Gmail.Teach Me How To Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What about Christmas?" I typed back immediately, slightly agitated. Why can't he let go?
"Most lovers get their answers on Christmas "
I leaned back on my chair and sighed. "I gave you my answer a long time ago."
"Not even a little bit of that feeling remains?"
"No." And there never was that feeling. By then I was annoyed for the fact that I had given him my answer two months ago before he turned into a jerk.
"Fine! Fine, then."
That was the last I heard from him.
Two months ago, he had said he loved me. He had always been cute and I liked him as a friend.
After his confession, I still hung around him. He had always been a close guy-friend. That was my first mistake. I had given him false hope.
"Can I hug you?" he asked me one day.
One thing that hadn't changed about him was that he's straightforward, and probably the most I've met even until now.
A Year Later12 months later,A Year Later4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I forget
That there was once
A person I adored?
52 weeks later,
Will I remember
What it was like
To be held in your arms?
365 days later,
Will your warmth
Still accompany me
Like those cold nights we've had together?
8,765 hours later,
Will you still
Hold my hands
Until they're the same temperature?
31,556,926 seconds later,
Will there still be "us"?
A year later,
Will I remember
I had once fallen in love?
Will I still be able
To see our shadows
Collapse with each other?
Will I remain faithful,
And love you even after 31,556,926 seconds?
Whether it's 8,765 hours,
Or 365 days, 52 weeks,
Or even just 12 months later --
A year later,
Will it matter to you?
-- Will I matter to you anymore?
Inside My Head.Black.Inside My Head.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yes, it's definitely pitch black.
I'm pretty sure most of the time it is.
But then again, there are times when it's not.
Sometimes a spotlight drops and I see... a desk.
Normally the desk is messy. I remember it had glue, uhm, ah, yes, and gum everywhere. What else... there were paper clips stuck on to the desk by the lurid pinkish rotten gum. Oh, and we must not forget all those pretty pens and pencils suffocating in the sea of transparent glue. Oh right! There were CD's, and an earphone as well. Hmm... Oh yea, the desk was wooden -- which made it look even messier. Ah, wait. I remember, there was liquid, shooting out in every direction. They looked oily, in a way, and, I'm pretty sure, they're not transparent -- not water -- lemonade or vegetable juice, maybe, or was it both?
When the light flashed over the dark room with nothing but a dirty desk, it hit me -- the desk, disgusting and messy, must resembled my frustrated, yet endless train of thoughts.
Each time ther
Two Seconds "Don't you think good times pass by so fast?"Two Seconds4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"It's funny how we spend the same time doing both pleasant and unpleasant things, yet good times don't make half the bad times."
"I don't get you." I stood up.
The night sky looked somewhat lonesome. In the midst of December, there were no stars in the sky; the nights were cold and quiet. Especially today.
There was no one to disturb us. The seesaw rested its left tire on the ground, balancing the right one in the air; the wind clipped on to the swings and swayed it slowly; the teeter-totters bounced sideways of what a tumbler would do; the park was occupied by a heavy atmosphere.
He followed and stood up from the bench. "Well, for instance, when you kissed me, you'd wish for it to last longer, right?"
I stared blankly into the pitch bla
F R I E N D S F orgetting to keep their promises andF R I E N D S4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
R ealizing it's too late to lend a hand.
I f they forget about "friendship" one day,
E ager am I to confront them and say:
"N o one treats real friends like strangers,
D ealing even with danger,
S ticking together can heal every wound."
My heartYou say my heart is an organ.My heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just something that pumps blood through my body, but this is where I disagree with you.
My heart is where my emotions are.
I'll admit it myself; I sometimes don't let my good emotions shine through.
I hide it away; afraid to be who I want to be.
But, if you get to know me well enough you will see that I'm much more then what anyone expected of me.
I'm not a moody person who is too sarcastic for friends.
I'm a person who loves nature and loves to do things with my friends.
I want to be someone big and adventurous and travel the world.
I want to meet the love of my life and stay with him forever.
I want to have children and have them grow up to be who they want to be.
My heart is where I store my emotions and where I put my wants and wishes.
My heart makes me who I am, and I am only myself.
Me And My Ideal WorldScripting my ideal world with laughter.Me And My Ideal World4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Sweet Twenty"Mom," I strolled into the kitchen, pretending to get a drink, "I'm turning sixteen this year." Yanking open the fridge, I peaked over my shoulder to see her reaction.Sweet Twenty4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's great." My mom continued sucking on her cigarette.
"Sweet sixteen." I pulled out Dad's bottle of coke from the fridge and clutched it in my hands.
She leaned back against the counter, letting her curly, chestnut hair fall above the sink.
"Am I getting anything special?" I finally gave in and put the coke back in the fridge.
"You're not drinking that?" A puff of hoary smoke raced through my mom's teeth.
I sighed heavily. "Mom "
My mom has a habit of changing the subject when she doesn't want to talk about it.
"You know," She finally tossed her cigarette in the sink and turned to me, "In Taiwan, twenty years of age would be more worth celebrating than sixteen."
I scoffed, knowing that what she was about to say was not what I wanted to hear.
"What's the big deal about becoming sixteen?" She smiled sweetl
lost and foundLost: 1 heartlost and found4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If found you may keep it
The owner does not care anymore
Erase It from Your MindDo I annoy you?Erase It from Your Mind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That was never my intention.
I never ment to annoy you to the extent that you hate me.
I know you probably don't hate me.
Is it bad to say that I miss you?
I feel stupid for saying it, but it is the truth.
I know it's selfish and I know it's rude, for you are doing a lot of things, but I wish that you would make time out for me.
I try not to think about it. I really do.
I play video games, but that gets boring after a while.
I watch TV but that just makes me feel lonelier.
I don't know what else to do.
God, I sound like an idiot.
Rambling about something that is too stupid to be rambled about.
Forget you saw it.
Erase it from your mind and continue on your way.
It's not like I matter anyway.
She got what she deserved...My mind was corrupted by malicious jealousy;She got what she deserved...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
drowned in regret, and tormented by her ecstasy.
Bitter I was, filled with pure anguish and hate,
disgusted and tortured by our analogous trait.
Lividness was ripping and wrenching at my soul;
abhorrent at the horde of lies she'd told to make you whole.
Brutally suffering in agony and despair,
I viciously sliced with envy, knowing regret he and I would share.
How mistaken and selfish I was to utilise myself,
thinking my grief was damage to him, and not anyone else.
Anxiety and tears filled the eyes of those so dear,
but they never tried to stop the pain, even though it was my fear.
I locked myself away, and just stared at my reflection;
scowling at my evident mistake, and every imperfection.
What was done was done; I couldn't change it if I wanted to.
I could only forget my years of heartache, and somehow start anew.
I thought the name written in my scars would always remain;
reminding me of my misery, and the help I
L I A RL augh in front of my faceL I A R4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I gnite my humiliation within
A nguish of this unfair race
R emember me, I've committed no sin.
empty promises.I'm so sick of your promises,empty promises.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for they are as empty as a starless sky.
Then again, a starless sky at least has depth
you are fucking shallow.
You told me you care
you show that you don't.
And I take it.
Because the girl you've been kissing -
she's long gone.
Just know this -
if you don't keep promises
neither will I.
GameI'm convinced,Game4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm convinced that you have me going insane.
I feel lifeless and can't feel a thing.
I'm missing your laugh,
I swear it's in the back of my head.
I'm lying that it doesn't hurt that you're away.
But who am i fooling I want to scream your name.
Don't play this game unless you're willing to take that undying pain.
Special DayThe twins looked down in delight.Special Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We have presents this year!"
"Yes, honey, but you have to share."
"But there are two!"
"Yeah! Why do we have to share?"
"Because you do."
"How did you afford this?"
"I just did, sweetie."
"Yes! A jump rope!"
"When will we be able to go back to school?"
"When we stop running."
"Running from what, mommy?"
"Running from everything, honey."
"A teddy bear!"
"I love this tree, mama."
"Yeah, mommy, how did we get this?"
"I didn't. It's not our tree, or our house."
"Then why are we here?"
"Because we are."
"Now enjoy your gifts."
She's only eighteen. The twins are four. Her boyfriend took all their money and ran. They've been living on the streets for six months. The mother robbed a deli. Gained $12.50 from it for the gifts. They broke into this deserted house for this special day.
AbandonedTears burn down my cheeks as your hands drift out of mine like sand. You turn your gaze away with ease. I grasp you. My hands stumble down your arms, struggling against the gravity that knocks me to my knees. I press your hand to my damp face. I sob. I beg you to stay. You pull away, wordless, silent, uncaring. I press my face to the floor. Fingernails scratch the wood; my hands still contorting, grabbing at emptiness. My body shakes, a hurricane of grief striking at me with vengeance. The click of the door is a gunshot through this haunted house. I open my mouth and a half-strangled wail claws up my throat, over my tongue and slams into the door; despair personified.Abandoned4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I lay, cold and broken, on the foyer floor with my hands reaching for the door. My eyes feel like bleeding, storming around in the recesses of my head. My throat sets itself on fire, pitching itself into my heaving lungs. Don't speak of my heart; it's death is raw on my mind. Ten years erase themselves from the hard
Autumn Leaf -2010-"Mommy! Mommy! Can Amy eat this leaf?"Autumn Leaf -2010-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can still remember.
8 years ago, I picked up a lonely autumn leaf and ask Mom if I could eat it. And of course, Mom shook the poor tawny leaf out of my little palms and I watched as it drifted back to the ground. Consequently, I cried. As Mom dragged me out of the public park, I squeaked my way back to our apartment.
At that time, I had not known why such a beautiful leaf was not edible. But then, if I think about it now, I'd look at an autumn leaf differently.
Every year, once it gets to the season of Autumn, I would always desire to cuddle with my boyfriend. Autumn is, to me, just as lonely of a season as Fall. I don't know why I think that; ever since a friend told me that fall was such a lonesome season, I couldn't help but think that Autumn was so as well.
Maybe it's because I like it. I mean, I love autumn, why not?
Okay, I lied. I don't love autumn. Not anymore.
Every year, I could always hang over at my boyfriend's house. We'd cud
Pretty UglyShe's at all the big parties.Pretty Ugly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one tipping the glass up in her hand,
like a hurricane is on it's way.
like the world will end any second.
like everything will never be okay.
The one with a needle in her arm.
like she wants to lose her voice,
like she wants to fade, fade away,
like everything is worth leaving behind.
You're the one,
the only one.
Who sees that in her eyes.
the blank stare that grabs your heart and bursts.
You're the stranger at the party,
in the alley that night.
Thinking, "Was it worth it Pretty ugly girl?"
Because you know deep inside,
I amI am a WolfI am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Running through the wood
I am a Rabbit
Eating carrots as food
I am a Dolphin
Swimming through the sea
I am a Butterfly
For whom flying is a guarantee
I am a Bear
Sleeping through the winter
I am a Cheetah
A very good sprinter
But, above all, I am human
I am a child, I am an adult
I am born to live this life
To see in the end the result
I want to be a Lion
Being an animal king
I want to be a Bird
Who can beautifully sing
I want to be a Fish
So I don't need to breath for air
I want to be a Snake
Sliding around with a lot of flair
I want to be a Phoenix
Who always will be reborn
I want to be a Dragon
Which I really adore
But above all, I want to be human
Making my own choices
To stand out of the crowd
All with different voices
I don't want to be a Fly
Squished as an insect
I don't want to be an Elephant
Who human need to protect
I don't want to be a Monkey
Who needs to carry his load
I don't want to be a Frog
Being recognized as a toad
I don't want to be a Squid
T A R G E TT o defend my heart, my soul,T A R G E T4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A re you not unwrapping the hole
R eaching under my fragile ribcage,
G rasping to my heart's content,
E dging towards my freedom,
T hrashing each and every bit of my loneliness?
MoreIt's the way her hair falls over her eyesMore4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the way you know shes empty to the core inside
It's how her knees hit the floor
How she holds her head shaking for something more
As she walks down that street her shadow tips and dips
The truth is more is never enough
What is more to you? What is not enough? Tell her.
Tell the lonely girl with her knees on the floor holding her head begging for more